Monday, November 4, 2013

New Book Alert!!!

My dear friend Beth Kery has a steamy new book that you should totally check out! I've been waiting for it forever and am thrilled that it is finally here :) Here's the scoop:

Introduced in
New York Times bestselling author Beth Kery’s erotic phenomenon Because You Are
Mine, they aroused an “addictive and delicious” (USA Today Happy Ever After
Reviews) romance that dared to break the rules of attraction.

IAN…“[the] hero…dark,
mysterious, and very dominant” (Smexybooks), a sexual force to be
reckoned with, a man accustomed to getting what he wants.

FRANCESCA…“a
fascinating heroine” (Heroes and Heartbreakers), a woman who had no idea
how far she was willing to go in the name of love.

In Because We Belong Ian and Francesca return to
reignite the exquisite passions that drew them together, and to finally face
the intimate secrets that threatened to separate them forever. The secrets of
an inescapable past that was one man’s darkest mystery—a darkness that seduced
one woman and forever held her spellbound with forbidden desire. For both of
them, the next step is total abandon…

4.5 stars! “intense, unpredictable and (Ian and
Francesca’s) desire for each other is explosive…” RT Book Reviews Magazine

Excerpt: Because We
Belong, available November 5, 2013

She looked over his shoulder, seeing Gerard twirling an
ecstatic-​looking Clarisse just feet away but not really absorbing anything but
the feeling of being in Ian’s arms.

“Your breaking off things between us wasn’t easy, Ian, but
you need hardly consider me an emergency. I’ve been doing fine.”

“I know that. And I didn’t break things off between us.”

“You disappeared for half a year without so much as a text
message,” she said with dripping sarcasm.

“I thought it’d be best. A clean break. While I tried to
figure things out.”

“Well it worked,” she told him with fake airiness. “The
clean break,” she clarified, rising anger making it possible to meet his stare again.
It was a mistake. His gaze blazed down at her face, the emotion in his eyes
palpable, but also completely indecipherable, like trying to read the meaning
in a raging inferno.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. It wasn’t my intention,” he
said.

“Intended or not, you did.”

His mouth went hard. His nostrils flared. Why didn’t he at
least apologize? He owed her that, didn’t he? He was the most infuriating man
she’d ever known. His hand shifted on her waist so that his entire palm was on
bare skin. His heat poured into her. He pressed, as if he wanted to detail the
sensation of her backbone. For a moment, she forgot what they’d been discussing
as her belly brushed his pelvis.

Her core contracted, the immediate sharp ache shocking her.

“Francesca, I think you might be in danger.”

She blinked, totally disoriented by what had just occurred.
It was as if her body had a mind all its own, straining toward him, aching for
him against her will.

“What?” she asked, sure she’d misunderstood him.

“Someone tried to kidnap you in Chicago.”

She made an incredulous sound. “Kidnap? What are you talking
about? You mean that man who tried to rob Davie and me?”

“I read the police report,” he said coldly. “That wasn’t an
attempted robbery. Why everybody else seems to be ignoring the obvious is beyond
me.”

“You read . . .” she faded off, scolding herself for her
initial surprise. Ian had stunned her many times with his ability to get almost
any information he desired, even highly confidential information.

This was yet another example of his power, not to mention
something that bordered on paranoia.

“Have you been spying on me?” she accused.

“No. But I’ve been keeping tabs. Just to make sure you were
all right.”

“Well your concern was misguided,” she said sharply. “Both
in the case of that attempted robbery incident and in general.” She stepped
back as the music came to an end. He dropped his arms slowly to his sides.
“I’ve been doing just fine without you, Ian.”

“You’re lying,” she heard him say quietly.

“Why would you assume that?” she asked under her breath as chatting
people started to move past them as they left the dance floor.

“You’re the other half of me. I feel like something has been
ripped out of my chest not being with you. I think it’s the same for you.”

Her mouth dropped open at his quiet audacity. Her eyes burned
at his stark declaration of pain.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have been the one to rip it
apart,” she hissed, knowing her naked heart was fully exposed in that moment, but
not caring.